That feeling when you have been brought down because of your intelligence and health.
I'm a generally healthy person, I rarely get sick and I haven't had any problems... that was, until my parents divorced when I was what, 10? I barely recall it now, I wasn't very old, that's for sure. But I was old enough. To get really hurt because I understood what had happened.
Still at this day, my parents are not talking. My mother might even be mentally ill, and I have had it just about to my neck in her excuses and lies. But she's still my mother. It's just... ugh.
I'm living with my father and only see her every second weekend, so it's not a pure hell... at least I feel like I have a bit of room to spare.
I go to a psychologist every second week, and it's helping me a lot. But even a person like me gets breakdowns. Even the girl that was "always healthy" can get sick.
But because I skipped half of my school year in seventh grade before moving in with my father, my parents don't believe me anymore, and whenever I say things in the likeliness of "I have a headache", "I'm feeling really bad", "I feel like hurting myself(because they don't believe the others I've never actually said this when the urge comes... in the end, it is a bit shameful, eh?)" and I just thought... that I better give up.
So I basically go to school or other places somedays where I just feel like sitting at home and crying for myself.
I think the worst part was when they told me I used my own condition as an "excuse" to skip school.
I guess that's it for now. I guess I don't want to whine that much... it's really not befitting of a big girl like me.